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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Young Rascals to the rap 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.