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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Agitation Free to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.