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 Mali and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Pantytec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Can,
ABC,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.