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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 48th St. Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.