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 Belarus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.