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 Uganda and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.