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 Panama and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.