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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s 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 The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
AZ,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.