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 Moldova and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Essential Logic to the crunk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Fear,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.