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 Yemen and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Smooth to the dance 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.