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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 The Smoke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
the Human League,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
June Days,
The Residents,
The Names,
Monolake,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.