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 Israel and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.