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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
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 sitar 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.