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 Namibia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Ossler,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.