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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.