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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.