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 Benin and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.