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 Finland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
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 harpsichord 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 DNA to the jazz 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.