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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Ten City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage 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?
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
New Order,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.