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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
MC5,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Wings,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.