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 Morocco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.