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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Index to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.