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 Austria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.