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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.