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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.