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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rakim to the techno 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
ABC,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.