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 Turkey and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Kayak to the disco 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.