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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.