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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.