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 Barbados and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Bronski Beat to the dance 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.