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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Inner City,
Shoche,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.