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 Korea South and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.