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 Guyana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Average White Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Whodini,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.