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 Mali and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.