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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Technova,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.