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 Ivory Coast 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Five Americans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.