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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.