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 Latvia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.