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 Mauritania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.