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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Visage,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.