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 Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 MC5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Human League 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 funk 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 theremin and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Index,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.