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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
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,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.