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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Japan to the techno 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.