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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Porter Ricks to the funk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.