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 Slovakia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grass Roots to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
UT,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.