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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.