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 Barbados and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Move to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.