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 Seychelles and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 The Moody Blues to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.