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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Crime,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.