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 India and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ponytail to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.