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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Black Pus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Slave,
The Associates,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.