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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alphaville to the punk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Smog,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.