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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yellowson,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.