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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Doobie Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.