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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 spring reverb 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 Crime to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.