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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Magma,
Connie Case,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.