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 Belize and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Can,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.