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 Afghanistan and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Subhumans 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Smog,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.