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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Little Man to the jazz 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.