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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.