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 France and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 The Selecter 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.