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 Belarus and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 The Smiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.