Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guyana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Suburban Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.