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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mr. Review to the jazz 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
Television,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.