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 Italy and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pop Group to the funk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.