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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Stetsasonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Excepter,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.