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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.