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 Egypt and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Newcleus to the rap 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Technova,
The Index,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.