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 Luxembourg 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
June of 44,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.