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 India and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Magma,
X-101,
Pole,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.