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 Cyprus and from Paris.
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 Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 E-Dancer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.