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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dennis Brown 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Ituana,
June Days,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.