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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
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 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 Barracudas to the grime 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.