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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.