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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.