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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 DJ Style to the electroclash 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.