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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
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 arpeggiator 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 KRS-One to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.