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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.