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 Thailand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Roxette to the punk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Oneida,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Q65,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.