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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Crime,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.