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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.