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 South Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
MDC,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.