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 Denmark and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Faust,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.