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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Graham Central Station to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
Technova,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.