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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.