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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yaz to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.