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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Newcleus to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.