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 Greece and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
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 808 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.