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 Australia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Stiv Bators to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.