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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mark Hollis to the rap 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.