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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bluetip to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
cv313,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.