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 Morocco and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Janne Schatter to the rap 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.