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 Australia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.