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 Grenada and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.