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 Malaysia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Gap Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.