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 Syria and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the electroclash 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.