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 Ireland and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Youth Brigade to the punk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.