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 Angola and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.