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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Pylon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.