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 Australia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-101 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Mars,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.