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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
the Slits,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
JFA,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.