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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Guru Guru 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Can,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.