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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.