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 Morocco 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Technova,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
Q65,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.