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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Mills to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
The Associates,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.