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 Australia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Neu! to the dance 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
Deakin,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.