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 Latvia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
X-101,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
The Slits,
The Evens,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.