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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Loose Ends to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.