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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the jazz 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
MDC,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.