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 Russia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Ronan to the jazz 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
The Associates,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
Q65,
Massinfluence,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.