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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
X-102,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.