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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Smiths,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.