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 Panama and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.