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 Burkina and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Y Pants to the electroclash 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Rekid,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.