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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.