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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Sonics to the funk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.