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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
Moebius,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
The Gories,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.