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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
World's Most,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.