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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
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 mellotron 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 The Music Machine to the techno 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
The Motions,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Magazine,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
Slave,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.