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 the UAE and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the rap 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Pagans,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.