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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.