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 Uruguay and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
MC5,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.