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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
Smog,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.