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 Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Youth Brigade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
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.