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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Icehouse to the jazz 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.