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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 EPMD to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
Television,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.