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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Delon & Dalcan 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.