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 Japan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 a-ha to the grime 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.