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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 rhodes 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 Gastr Del Sol 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.