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 Bulgaria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Quantec to the jazz 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.