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 Guinea and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Duran Duran to the rap 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.