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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
Nas,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.