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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Fear to the rap 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.