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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 punk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.