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 Zambia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kayak to the crunk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.