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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
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 snare 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 The Five Americans to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
Nico,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.