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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Ludus,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.