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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Rakim,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.