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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Magma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
Echospace,
Monks,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.