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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
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 linndrum 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Mars,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.