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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Jandek,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.