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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Technova to the electroclash 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.