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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Bang On A Can to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.