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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 DJ Style to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.