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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Altered Images to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites 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?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.