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 Peru and from Tokyo.
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 Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yazoo to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.