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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cymande to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.