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 Israel and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Darondo,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.