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 Bahrain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pulsallama to the crunk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.