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 Somalia 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 AZ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Monks,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
Nas,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.