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 Bolivia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Quando Quango to the disco 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.