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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.