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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.