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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Zapp,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.