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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 the Germs to the dance 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
UT,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.