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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Searchers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.