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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Flash Fearless to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.