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 Romania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
UT,
Symarip,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.