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 Romania and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Sun Ra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.