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 Grenada and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 The Golliwogs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.