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 Slovakia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Alphaville to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.