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 Portugal and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rakim to the funk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.