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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Symarip to the funk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.