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 United Kingdom and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Techniques to the disco 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.