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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Loose Ends to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
X-102,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.