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 St Lucia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Ohio Players to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.