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 Barbados and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cowsills to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.