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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 This Heat 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.