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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
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 arpeggiator 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
The Selecter,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
DNA,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.