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 Oman and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 AZ to the rap 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Niagra,
Moebius,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.