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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Christie to the funk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.