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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Trojans to the rap 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Visage,
Pole,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.