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 Austria and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.