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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.