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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 kango's stein massive to the punk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.