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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Television to the grunge 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.