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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gerry Rafferty to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.