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 Egypt and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Copeland to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.