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 Azerbaijan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Smog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.