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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Anakelly to the disco 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Aswad,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Oneida,
The Move,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.