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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Infiniti 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.