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 India and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Magazine to the techno 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Q65,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.