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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Janne Schatter to the disco 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.