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 Morocco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.