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 India and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Style to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
MDC,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.