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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.