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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
The Mojo Men,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
Brick,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.