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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.