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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.