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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.