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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 The Selecter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.