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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Popol Vuh to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
Brick,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.