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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Lindisfarne to the disco 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
Technova,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.