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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.