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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 David McCallum to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Crime,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.