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 Syria and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Soul II Soul to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.