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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David McCallum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.