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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.