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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
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 oboe 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 Bauhaus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja 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?
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.