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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Nils Olav to the techno 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Nico,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.