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 St Lucia and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.