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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultravox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Can,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.