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 Barbados and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Gang Green to the rock 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
Scientists,
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.