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 Iran and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kurtis Blow to the grunge 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.