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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 This Heat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.