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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.