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 Netherlands 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scrapy to the electroclash 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.