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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
UT,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.