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 Chad and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drexciya to the punk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.