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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
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 arpeggiator 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 Swell Maps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Slave,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.