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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 E-Dancer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.