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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tom Boy to the disco 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.