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 Georgia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Sex Pistols to the disco 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
New Order,
Main Source,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.