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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Lakeside to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound 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?
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.