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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Intrusion to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.