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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
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 oboe 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
Television,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.