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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.