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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.