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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.