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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
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 mellotron 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 Lou Christie to the rap 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
DNA,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.