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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Nico,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.