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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
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.