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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.