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 Burundi and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Silicon Teens to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.