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 Brunei and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
The Names,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.