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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Schoolly D to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Gong,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.