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 Namibia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Martian,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.