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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.