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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.