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 Croatia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson 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 grunge 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.