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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.