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 Jakarta.
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 Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-102 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Roxette,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.