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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.