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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Los Fastidios to the punk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.