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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 clarinet 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 Sixth Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Motions,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
the Association,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.