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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The United States of America to the disco 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.