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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
Slave,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
The Human League,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.