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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ludus to the punk 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Slave,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.