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 Ghana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Patti Smith to the grime 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.