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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Public Enemy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.