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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Blues Magoos to the disco 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.