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 Korea North and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
New Order,
Pagans,
Unwound,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.