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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.