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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 CMW to the grime 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.