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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.