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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Quadrant to the rap 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.