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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pagans to the dance 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.