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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stetsasonic to the punk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.