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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rekid to the disco 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
The Martian,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.