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 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Cosmic Jokers to the punk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.