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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
E-Dancer,
Can,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.