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 Mexico and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Sugar Minott to the punk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.