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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Order to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Cameo,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.