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 Egypt and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.