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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Fall to the grime 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
The Toasters,
MDC,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
Crime,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.