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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.