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 United States and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Standells,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Chrome,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
The Names,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.