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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.