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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 New Order 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.