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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.