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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Alphaville to the techno 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.