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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.