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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Rod Modell to the grime 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.