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 Serbia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Byron Stingily to the rap 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.