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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Massinfluence to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.