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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the techno 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.