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 India and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Faust,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Q65,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.