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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
This Heat,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
June Days,
Rakim,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.