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 Cuba and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Model 500 to the punk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
MDC,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.