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 Yemen and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.