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 Jordan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
the Normal,
PIL,
Faust,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.