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 Namibia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Ohio Players to the punk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.