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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Monolake,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.