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 Tonga and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.