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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding to the rap 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
X-101,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.