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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.