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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
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 Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Soft Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.