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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 The Human League 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.