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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Average White Band to the rock 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.