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 Albania 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Make Up,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.