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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Derrick May to the electroclash 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
Visage,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.