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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.