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 Argentina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Skatalites,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.