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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Television,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Wire,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Lyres,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.