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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
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 Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.