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 Chile and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sparks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Magma,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.