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 Malawi and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Searchers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
Japan,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.