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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.