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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
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 Mumbai and Houston.
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 harpsichord 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 Black Sheep to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.