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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.