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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Aswad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Swans,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.