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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Amon Düül to the crunk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.