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 Palau and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers to the rock 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
CMW,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Index,
Swans,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Wings,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
MDC,
The Busters,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.