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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Mummies to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.