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 East Timor and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 The Fall to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
Swans,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.