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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Pop Group to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.