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 London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.