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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.