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 India and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.