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 the UAE 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mars to the grunge 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.