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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.