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 Maldives and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 The Fortunes to the rock 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.