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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Adolescents to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.