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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 This Heat to the electroclash 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
Chrome,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.