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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Simply Red to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.