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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Easy Going to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.