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 Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Make Up to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.