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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Anthony Braxton to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.