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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.