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 Panama and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Association to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.