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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
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 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 OOIOO to the grime 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
The Index,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.