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 Russia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
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 güiro 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 Severed Heads to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.