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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti 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?
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Q65,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.