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 Barbados and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smiths to the crunk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.