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 Mexico 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.