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 Syria 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.