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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.