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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scan 7 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.