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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.