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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
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 harpsichord 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 Interpol to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.