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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.