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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Names 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.