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 Guinea 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.