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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Wake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.