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 Serbia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 a-ha to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Interpol,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.