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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
Pole,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.