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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Gong,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.