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 Congo and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Beau Brummels to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Japan,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.