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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Magma,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.