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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nils Olav to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Skarface,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.