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 Ghana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Knickerbockers to the electroclash 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.