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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liliput to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Swans,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.