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 Oman and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
CMW,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.