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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 The Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
the Association,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.