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 Armenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Can,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.