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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Intrusion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.