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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Junior Murvin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.