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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.