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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Motions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.