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 Belarus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Howard Jones 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.