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 Algeria and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Bluetip to the grime 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.