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 Qatar and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.