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 Germany and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jacques Brel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.