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 Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Technova,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.