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 Moldova and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Franke,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.