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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Main Source to the grime 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.