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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
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 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 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 Tres Demented to the techno 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
The Litter,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.