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 Singapore and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.