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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the dance 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
X-101,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.