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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Cluster to the jazz 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.