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 Brunei and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yellowson to the rock 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.