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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
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 808 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 The Human League to the punk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
Can,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.