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 East Timor 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.