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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.