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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Rapeman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Niagra,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Wire,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.