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 Burundi and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
X-101,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.