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 Korea North and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moebius to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.