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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pagans to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Crime,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.