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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Blancmange 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
MDC,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.