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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sandy B to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
MDC,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.