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 Oman 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Moody Blues to the rap 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.