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 Albania and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Negative Approach to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
10cc,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.