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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 LL Cool J to the funk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.