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 Belarus and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Echospace to the dance 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Smog,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.