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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Iggy Pop 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.