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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Cybotron to the rock 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.