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 India and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.