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 Mexico and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Star Department to the dance 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
The Names,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.