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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Walker Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.