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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Bananas to the crunk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.