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 China and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Scion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
MDC,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.