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 Cuba and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Half Japanese to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.