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 Moldova and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Mission of Burma to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.