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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Sight & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.