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 Iraq and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.