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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 ABC to the disco 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.