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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantaleimon to the funk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.