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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.