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 Qatar 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.