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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yazoo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
Index,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.