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 Sudan and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arab on Radar to the rap 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Wings,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.