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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ituana to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.