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 Gambia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
The Count Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.