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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Golliwogs to the techno 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.