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 Zambia and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
MDC,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.