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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
Television,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Symarip,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.