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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.