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 Switzerland 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Soft Machine 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.