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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Outsiders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.