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 Fiji and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Q and Not U 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
DNA,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.