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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Inner City,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.