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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
Model 500,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.