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 Samoa and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Skarface to the disco 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
10cc,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Television,
Skaos,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
This Heat,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.