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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Nas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
MDC,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.