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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
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 808 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.