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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 The Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Magma,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.