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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.