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 Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Scott Walker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.