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 Mozambique and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.