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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.