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 Japan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Can,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.