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 Bulgaria 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television Personalities to the funk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
MDC,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.