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 Turkey and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Brick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Nico,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.