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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.