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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.