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 Ecuador 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Remains to the punk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.