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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
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 mellotron 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 Q65 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.