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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Talk Talk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.