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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Bowie to the funk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Sugar Minott,
Lungfish,
Liliput,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.