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 Iraq and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
10cc,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.