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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Flash Fearless to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.