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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Theoretical Girls 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Q65,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.