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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Faust to the crunk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.