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 Costa Rica and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Buzzcocks to the grime 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Q65,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.