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 Qatar and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Derrick May to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Magma,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.