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 Ghana and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ohio Players to the disco 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.