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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
Magazine,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.