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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.