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 Fiji 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liliput to the techno 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.