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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.