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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 T. Rex 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.