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 Nauru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Selecter to the techno 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.