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 the UAE and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.