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 Peru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
Organ,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.