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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Techniques to the jazz 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
June Days,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.