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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Crime to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.