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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
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Radiohead,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.