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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
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 marimba 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 disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.