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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.