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 Philippines and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
Mars,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Skriet,
Audionom,
EPMD,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.