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 Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mighty Diamonds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.