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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Black Sheep 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
X-101,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.