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 Brazil and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
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 oboe 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 Simply Red to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
Mars,
Organ,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.