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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Altered Images to the grime 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.