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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Procol Harum to the rock 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
10cc,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.