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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Siglo XX to the funk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.