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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
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 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 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.