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 Gabon and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Index,
Sparks,
Smog,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.