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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 New Christs to the dance 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.