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 Yemen and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.