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 Mali and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Depeche Mode to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.