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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
the Normal,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.