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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Christs to the grime 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.