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 China and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Smog,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.