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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.