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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 The Gap Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
Gong,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
Organ,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.