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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 DJ Style to the electroclash 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
PIL,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.