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 Gabon and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Charles Mingus to the rap 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Can,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.