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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 10cc to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Brick,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.