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 Dominica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.