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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Steve Hackett to the techno 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.