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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lakeside to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Skaos,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
PIL,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.