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 Georgia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.