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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arcadia to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
the Slits,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.