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 Ireland and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
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 rhodes 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Hashim,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.