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 Uganda and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Josef K to the jazz 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.