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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.