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 United States and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Yazoo,
MC5,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
Television,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.