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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.