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 Cameroon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Livin' Joy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
New Order,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.