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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Cybotron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.