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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.