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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Tomorrow 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Can,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.