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 Taiwan 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.