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 Finland and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Fear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
CMW,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.