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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.