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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
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 oboe 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.