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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.