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 Austria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.