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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 F. McDonald to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.