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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.