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 Niger and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Yellowson to the jazz 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.