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 United States and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.