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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tubeway Army to the dance 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Wire,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.