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 Nepal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Moody Blues to the grime 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.