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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MDC 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Residents,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
The United States of America,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.