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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Malaria! to the grunge 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.