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 Barbados and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joy Division to the grunge 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Wings,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.