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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
Can,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.