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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hardrive to the rock 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
John Lydon,
Wire,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.