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 Finland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Bar-Kays 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Laurel Aitken,
Q65,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.