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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.