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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.