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 France and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Desert Stars to the dance 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
PIL,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
Symarip,
The Residents,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.