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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Monolake,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
CMW,
Smog,
Nico,
The Smoke,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.