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 Dominica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.