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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Masters at Work to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
the Association,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Aswad,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.