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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
Supertramp,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.