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 Estonia and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
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.