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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deepchord to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
JFA,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.