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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.