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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
The Index,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.