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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the dance 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.