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 Iraq and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.