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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Derrick Morgan 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
the Association,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.