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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.