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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Blancmange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.