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 Libya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 This Heat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.