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 Morocco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.