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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Au Pairs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
Lyres,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.