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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
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 harpsichord 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 Japan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.