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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Copeland to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.