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 Mali and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.