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 Namibia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.