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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
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 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 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 Funky Four + One to the techno 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
Fluxion,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.