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 Libya and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the dance 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.