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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Move to the techno 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Television,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.