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 Hungary and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 the Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel 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?
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
MC5,
This Heat,
The Names,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
Main Source,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.