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 Togo and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.