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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Faust to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Crime,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.