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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.