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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.